Jackie was so weak and depressed that she couldn’t even attend her daughter’s burial. Bobby stood over the baby’s coffin while Jack was still sailing with his starlets and bikini babes off the south of France, drinking, smoking cigars, having fun. She knew he was cheating on her. What kind of narcissist had she married? A week went by, and Jackie was still in the hospital with no word from Jack. He intended to keep cruising around the Med till September—and as soon as he got home,
